Author's note: For those who want a visual on Ricardo's mask, take a look at the picture I put up front as the cover. I don't own the image by the way.

He laid there, down on the floor, as the blood continued seeping out of his body. His eyes were half-open, but looked empty. His mouth, filled with blood, spilled itself on the floor. All stared at him. None moved their mouths to speak. Silence passed for a few seconds.

The dead air was then broken, by none other than him.

"In the end, the oracle cells destroyed you. How ironic, since you solely relied on it just to stop me."

Alisa's shoulders dropped. Her mouth was slightly open; nonstop she watched him bleed and not move. "Drake….no…." Her voice silently shook. A single tear streamed down on her face as she whispered his name. Alisa dropped her head down. More tears flooded down her face, as she stayed still and lifeless.

Soma growled at Ricardo, cursing, "YOU BASTARD! I'LL KILL YOU FOR WHAT YOU DONE!"

"Soma, don't!" cried Lindow.

He struggled to get up using his legs, however, two of Ricardo's men pinned him down to the floor. They held his head, preventing him from getting up. Soma struggled to get them from him, but was immediately stopped as one of the suited men pulled out a gun, and pointed it at his head. "Damn!"

"Soma!" cried Kota. He was about to get up as well, but was later stopped by Lindow.

"Kota, stay where you are! He'll lose his head!" In more ways than one.

"But-"

"We can't afford to lose another comrade, damn it!"

Kota became taken aback by Lindow's yell. All the God Eaters grimly glanced back at Drake. He stayed still, not moving. Kota moved his head down, showing an angered face.

"Indeed you can't, Corporal Amamiya." commented Ricardo.

Lindow cringed at Ricardo's statement. He scowled at Ricardo's mocking, stifled, voice. Behind Lindow's back he tightly gripped his handcuffed hands.

"Who in the world are you?" he asked.

Ricardo swiveled, gazing at Lindow's eyes.

Lindow studied his face. He eyed daggers at Ricardo, but could not tell what cold, dark malice lied beneath that mask.

"I don't need to introduce myself to the likes of you people. After all, he screamed it."

"…Ricardo, was it?"

Ricardo stayed silent.

"Just what kind of business do you have with us?"

"I only came here to pick up this tiny wolf. This little cub, right here." Ricardo pointed at Drake. "I knew he'd resist right away, but to even think that he would go there of all places, is nothing more than an insult. He's really quite the hypocrite you see; kept on saying that he would not allow himself to come in contact with any other person out there."

"What? What are you saying?"

"Ah, I've said too much. Anyway, I appreciate that you were looking after Cain, but I will be permanently taking him off your hands."

"What?!"

"Where are you taking, Drake?!" demanded Tatsumi.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that. Now if you'll excuse me, I have-"

"A special delivery to the face…." Snarled a voice.

Ricardo spun as he heard a familiar voice, however he was then interrupted by a powerful impact to his mask. The force of the impact sent Ricardo flying a few feet, across the main hall. He crashed on his back, and as he scrambled to get up, a figure flew in the air. It back flipped, and landed on its feet.

"I've forgotten how you used to play dirty, Ricardo."

His bloody, dark orange dress shirt entered everybody's vision. His hands were still handcuffed behind his back. He slowly slipped his feet between his trapped hands; bringing it forward, he rested it in front of his lap. Alisa lifted her head as she saw the familiar figure. She couldn't help but smile widely, relived to know he's alive.

"Drake, you're-"

In an instant, she clammed up as she saw his face. Everyone did the same thing as well, speechless by what they saw.

In a hushed voice, Kanon nervously said, "Drake?"

As he revealed his face, it showed the murderous glare Alisa first spotted.

However, something was different.

The noticeable scarlet colored eyes everybody saw daily shined a deep shade of red. It glowed along with the killing presence, sending the deepest chills. Fresh blood dribbled a little down his mouth; Drake locked his ice-cold gaze at Ricardo. A few of the God Eaters and Ricardo's men shuddered at the very sight.

Ricardo, however, did not shy away. Even though he was being stared down by Drake, he never showed signs of fear or nervousness. He stood up, calm and collected. "Interessante, così le cellule oracolo mai distrutto il 'pulsazione della infinita'. Sei proprio come il Caino nella Bibbia."

Federico snapped out of his ghost-like trance. He shook his head, and began listening to Ricardo once more. He concentrated on the odd conversation with full attention. Interesting, so the oracle cells never destroyed the 'Pulsation of the Infinite'. You really are like the Cain in the bible.

"You talk too much, old man." Drake lifted his chained hands. "This little cub is going to bite you back." The handcuffs began to tremble and shake on Drake's wrists. In the next moment, the chain ripped apart, and the sound of the metal cracked by the excessive force. Pieces of the broken shackles scattered down to the floor, producing a bell-like noise. Almost everybody dropped their jaws as they saw Drake's extreme strength.

"Prendetelo!"

Seize him! Federico couldn't help but smirk at that command.

A few of the suited men hurled themselves at Drake. In the next moment, he grabbed the nearest one by the collar, and threw him to the thug holding Alisa. She ducked, and the two crashed into each other, collapsing to the floor. Dodging the others going after him, Drake swiftly closed the distance on the ones holding Soma. Jumping in the air, he kicked the thug in the face, launching him to the hangar doors.

"Urgh!" grunted the black suited man.

He released the grip of his gun. While in the air, Drake grabbed it and landed. He whirled around, and pointed it to the other man. The target gasped. Lindow bellowed, "Drake!"

"I wouldn't stoop that low."

He lowered the handgun, aiming at the legs. With two consecutive shots, Drake immobilized his enemy. Ricardo's thug screamed by the pain of the bullets, as it entered both of his legs.

"Siete tutti così inutile!" yelled Ricardo.

You are all so useless!

Ricardo flipped his handgun; he held it in a tonfa-like position. Drake did the same as well; the two closed in on each other, and started clashing their guns against the other. Cracks, clangs, and clinks resounded in the air each time their guns struck. They rapidly brought down their attack on their opponent, showing no mercy or hesitation. They did not stop for one measly second; they relentlessly went on full assault.

If one were to stop, the slower one would no doubt receive a massive, fatal wound. Both of their minds were filled with one thing and one thing only.

To out-speed their enemy's attacks, no matter what.

Drake bared his teeth at Ricardo, as they continue their gun-kata combat.

Not yet! Not yet! Faster! I need to go faster! I need to overpower him in speed!

Exhilaration filled Drake's body. He pushed the limits of his speed even further, until-

*CLANG*

Losing the grip of his gun, and having it flung to the side, Ricardo became wide open.

"YOU'RE GETTING SLOW, TORTOISE!" shouted Drake. He was about to flip his gun to shoot at Ricardo at zero-range, however, with a sleight of hand, he pulled out some sort of black object.

"And the tortoise wins the race."

He stabbed Drake with the black object.

"EEEYOOOOWW!" he screamed.

"Drake!" yelled Alisa.

Drake trembled by the stabbing unable to move. He dropped the gun, letting it fall to the ground. Ricardo grabbed Drake's throat, lifting him up in the air. Drake let out short breaths, as he continued being choked by Ricardo's tight grip.

"Fool. You do realize the tortoise wins the race, don't you?" Ricardo revealed a stun gun in his other hand. "The hare always loses."

Drake continued gasping for air, as he struggled against Ricardo's skin-tight grasp. However, a cocky smile creased his lips. Ricardo spotted the odd grin. Suspicious, he questioned, "What are you smiling about?"

Struggling to speak, he answers, "Haha…You're..urgh…definitely….right Ricardo." Move. "The hare….always loses…" Move, dammit….. "Why?" Come on, you stupid arm! Move! "Because the tortoise is one step ahead."

"What?..."

Ricardo noticed Drake lifted his left hand. In his fingers, was a silver, can-shaped object.

"That's…"

"Why not take a heavy-duty chloroform gas grenade?"

All of a sudden, Drake flung the gas grenade to the floor. It exploded, and chloroform gas leaked.

"Alisa...Alisa!..."

A faint voice reached Alisa's ears. She sluggishly opened her eyes, seeing a familiar face. She whispered, "…..S-Sakuya?" Her vision slowly became clearer.

Relieved by the response, Sakuya hugged Alisa. "Thank goodness! You're okay!"

"Oh! Wait Sakuya, I need to get up."

"Ah! Sorry." Sakuya let go of Alisa.

She sat up, finding, that she was lying on the upper main hall's couches. Alisa quickly inspected her surroundings. The main hall was a complete mess. Spattered bloodstains were painted on the floor, accompanied with a few bullet holes. A large ash-colored spot placed itself in the center of the entrance. A few other God Eaters were wandering around the main hall, each occupied with the recent changes.

Lindow and Soma crouched, inspecting the center part of the floor.

Kota and Tatsumi were doing the same thing, only on a different spot. They were a few meters apart.

Kanon stood in front of the folding table, handling a first-aid kit.

Alisa looked behind her, and peeked on the lower level of the entrance. She could see a few people wearing lab coats inspecting the doors. The couches prevented her from seeing further. Alisa decided not to look further at the lower level, as she felt lethargic. She held her head with one hand. "What just..." In an instant, Alisa remembers the recent events. "That's right! The intruder! Ricardo, where is he?!"

"Alisa, calm down! Ricardo's gone. He's not here anymore." explained Sakuya.

"What about Drake?! Where is he?"

Sakuya stayed silent. She avoided Alisa's eyes.

"Sakuya, where is he?"

"….."

"Sakuya, I think it's better if you just tell the kid." Answered Lindow, as he overheard Alisa's voice.

Alisa moved her head in the same direction to Lindow. "Tell me what? What happened to him?" She jerked her head back to Sakuya. Still, she did not say a word. "Kanon!" called Alisa. "What happened to Drake? Where is he?"

Kanon did not say a word. She placed down a needle she was holding.

Lindow stood up. He scratched his head and sighed. Alisa bolted off the couches, running towards Lindow.

"Lindow where is he? Where's Drake?"

"….."

"Lindow!" Alisa glared at him, impatient with the silence.

"Okay! Okay! Just stop giving me that look, will you?" With a deep breath, he answered Alisa's question. "Drake's missing."

Alisa's eyes bulged. She silently gasped as she heard those horrible words. Slowly, she frowned at Lindow. "Missing? Drake's missing?!" she yelled.

Soma stood up, and grabbed her shoulder. "Alisa!" he hollered. "Don't take your anger out at Lindow. I know you're worried about Drake, but that doesn't mean you should vent out your anger at him."

Alisa slowly moved her head down, and with meek voice she says, "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."

Lindow smiled at her. "It's all right. We're being so tight-lipped around you; it's only natural that you would suddenly yell. But like I said, Drake's missing."

"What about his armlet? Every armlet has a tracking device installed, and if we ask Hibari to pinpoint his location-"

"We can't." interrupted Lindow.

"What?"

"We can't pinpoint his location with his armlet." he repeated.

"Why?"

"Because," Lindow digged into his pocket. He produced an item he found during his investigation with Soma, and presented it to Alisa. She silently gasped. Her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened as she sees the all too familiar shape.

"This can't be…." She touched it with a few of her fingers, as she continued gazing at the object.

The huge red bracelet sat on Lindow's hand.

"Drake's armlet only leads us to the entrance's doors."

End of chapter 7: Chaos Has Entered